~The Mathematics Tutor - Part II~ One day, her parents decided to go out for some work and she, in order to bunk her class, begged to go with them too. They agreed. She was just going to call her tutor but it was too late. He was already parking his bike in the portico of her house. She couldnt avoid the classes now and her parents just couldnt avoid that outing. So, she was alone in the house with her tutor, or so her tutor thought. Actually, her mother had asked their neighbor to stay at their house and she was watching her favorite daily soap on the T.V. in another room while the tutor taught the girl in the drawing room. By default, he asked her to bolt the door. She felt strange...he knew there is no one in the house to disturb the class, then why would he want her to bolt the door...? She didnt question, and obeyed him again. He then gave her a really difficult sum and when she couldnt do it, he flung oral abuses at her. She was terrified and began crying. He called her to sit on the bed beside his single sofa. She obeyed, sobbing. He didnt try to cosole her or say anything. Rather, he did something that the girl didnt understand. He put his hands include her shirt and touched her everywhere her hands could reach. She didnt know how to react. No one had told her if what her tutor had done to her was right or wrong. She just sat there, silent, letting him do whatever he was doing. After the tutor was done, he made her do a few more sums and left in silence. The girl was puzzled. She knew only one thing - she didnt like what her teacher had done to her. She didnt know whether to speak to her parents about it or not. That night, the girl, after thinking about the incident a lot, finally decided to speak to her mother about what had happened. She didnt know how to begin to tell or how to describe because she didnt understand a thing. So, she decided to tell it all plainly. Her mother was shaken when she heard of it. She had thought of him to be a decent fellow. She hadnt seen this coming (as mothers usually do). The girl didnt understand the tears in her mothers eyes. Her mother spoke to her father and asked him to ask her tutor not to come to teach her anymore. He asked why. Her mother answered, He touched her wrongly. That was all to convince him to make that call. The girl didnt understand the pallor on her fathers face. That night, her mother had explained what was the meaning of what her teacher had done to her. And when she learned it all, she was broken, shattered and aghast. The person in whom shed tried finding her God was the one who had wanted to exploit her, taking advantage of her innocence. That night, hef innocence was murdered. That night, she herself killed all the warmth she had ever had for that man. That night, she wished that her mother had explained the meaning of someones good touch and bad touch so that she could have protected herself from getting victimized. The rakhi she had tied him, the Bhagavad Gita he had gifted her on her 12th birthday, the holy ash he used to bring for her, the good things he had ever taught her - it all seemed like one big joke. Everything had come undone. She hated him with all her strength. She hated him so much that it hurt her. That night, she felt that she had been betrayed by her God. That night, it rained...and it rained heavily, as if the skies were crying with her. That night, as all of her love and respect for that man faded, she cried herself to sleep. And till this day, whenever she hears of a woman or as girl being abused in any sense, she is reminded of the way her teacher had polluted the sacred student-teacher relationship with his desire. She silently goes to a lonely corner and sheds numerous tears of shame and grief. *Zee*
Posted on: Sun, 02 Feb 2014 15:17:39 +0000
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